Chapter 30: The Good Times

The crowd separated, leaving plenty of space for the two facing each other.

"Takeuchi Danshui Ryu, Takeuchi Shun! The sword's name is Fuzamato Maru Chouetsu[1], which cuts down 46 enemies. Under the sword, no nameless spirits are spared!"

Takeuchi Shun's right hand rested on the hilt of his sword, his body lowered slightly, and his sharp aura was completely concealed within the scabbard, ready to be unleashed.

"Zhou Ming." Zhou Ming, on the other hand, did not introduce himself as seriously as Takeuchi Shun did. He simply stated his name in a somewhat perfunctory manner, loosely holding his sword without showing any serious attention to his opponent.

"Hmph, arrogant!"

Takeuchi Shun shouted angrily, unsheathing his sword. The sound of the sword was clear and melodious, as a bright flash of sword light flashed from the bottom left to the upper right, as if it were going to cut Zhou Ming in half.

Ghost Shadow Gu!

Swish!

The sword light passed through Zhou Ming's body, but it only cut through empty air, dissipating into a phantom.

Zhou Ming appeared five steps away, completely unscathed.

"How did he move so fast!"

This thought had just surfaced in Takeuchi Shun's mind when he saw Zhou Ming open his mouth and let out a cold, fierce, piercing scream.

Soul Howl Gu!

Oh no!

Takeuchi Shun felt a tingling sensation on his scalp, and he instinctively reached out to cover his ears. However, how could his movements be faster than the sound?

That sharp, blackboard-scraping sound instantly pierced his ears like a sharp sword, making Takeuchi Shun's consciousness hazy and blank.

Not only him, but the entire circle of Takeuchi Danshui Ryu samurai surrounding them all fell into a state of confusion, staggering around as if they were drunk.

This state came and went quickly, and as the piercing scream stopped, it quickly faded away.

However, as the people's consciousness had just awakened, they saw with wide eyes that Zhou Ming's long knife had already sliced through Takeuchi Shun's waist and abdomen.

Swoosh!

Blood splattered, and the sturdy bones were as fragile as biscuits in front of the adamantium blade.

Takeuchi Shun was cut in half, falling to the ground, with blood gushing from his waist, quickly staining the large patch of land under him red.

"Dojo master!"

"No, dojo master!"

"You villain!"

"Back off! Back off!"

Suddenly, there was an uproar all around, and the disciples of Takeuchi Shun's Takeuchi Danshui-Ryū were all riled up. Some were shocked and sorrowful, shouting Takeuchi Shun's name, while others glared at Zhou Ming with hatred and anger.

At this moment, Takeuchi Shun, lying on the ground, had not yet breathed his last breath, and he struggled to say intermittently, "Your... your swordsmanship... is... witchcraft..."

"I'm sorry, my swordsmanship is indeed inferior to yours, so I can only defeat you with this method." Zhou Ming put away his sword and admitted generously.

"You...have no honor...coming to deceive and sneak attack..." Takeuchi Shun didn't finish his sentence, lowered his head, and breathed his last breath, dying.

"As long as the goal can be achieved, the method is not important, right? The primitive accumulation of capital is always bloody. Learn to adapt, oh, you don't have a chance to learn now."

Zhou Ming said indifferently, feeling the martial arts experience surging in his mind.

It seems that using Gu worms can also help gain martial arts experience. It seems that the main god values the power of the reincarnator himself.

If he took the path of Yang Zhisheng and used the weapon strengthened by his own body to kill Takeuchi Shun, could he gain martial arts experience?

This question flashed through Zhou Ming's mind and was then dismissed.

It's better to verify based on your own actual situation. Thinking about these things is not very meaningful.

Takeuchi Shun's death was like a match thrown into a barrel of oil, igniting the anger of all the disciples of the Takeuchi Danshui-Ryū Dojo and overwhelming their reason.

"Kill him!"

"Revenge for the dojo master!"

"Kill!"

The samurai roared, unsheathed their swords, and rushed towards Zhou Ming, chopping furiously at him and vowing to chop him into pieces to avenge their master's death.

This included Takeuchi Seita, the soul-manipulating Gu was not a slave Gu, it could not control enemies forever, it needed to continuously use Gu worms and consume primeval essence to maintain its effect.

Watching the samurai rushed towards him, Zhou Ming stood calmly. He did not retreat or try to escape. He knew that he had already fallen into a life and death battle, and the only way out was to fight.

During his battle with Takeuchi Shun, Zhou Ming released his control over Takeuchi Seita.

At this moment, the once cowardly youth's eyes were bloodshot like demons, his expression twisted and distorted, tears and mucus flowing as he howled and charged towards Zhou Ming.

In the next instant, his body was pierced by a sword light, accompanied by intense pain, all of his strength flowed out of the blood hole, and he fell to the ground with his eyes completely devoid of spirit.

The sword light was rampant, the ghosts were eerie, and at this moment, Zhou Ming truly demonstrated the strength of a Rank 2 pinnacle Gu Master, opening up a killing spree.

The wind of slaughter lifted a storm of blood, and one after another, living creatures fell before Zhou Ming.

Martial arts experience continuously poured into his mind, and in the midst of continuous killing, it was quickly digested, absorbed, and transformed into even more powerful combat strength.

Every swing of the sword, every hack, made Zhou Ming's understanding of swordsmanship deeper, his form clearer, and his mind more sharp.

He killed until the remaining people were frightened and scattered, and no one dared to rush up to their deaths.

With a swing of the Adamantine alloy sword, a blood line sprayed along the blade, and the cold blade remained unstained with blood.

Zhou Ming stepped over the scattered limbs, avoiding one blood pit after another, but his shoes were inevitably stained with blood, leaving behind black and red footprints.

To the side, a warrior was lying on the ground, trembling and struggling to crawl towards the entrance of the Takeuchi Dojo.

Hearing footsteps behind him, the warrior looked back and saw Zhou Ming's figure. His expression quickly twisted in fear, with tears and snot streaming down his face.

"No, don't kill me...please, Lord, I beg you..."

He wanted to stand up and run away, but extreme fear had left him weak as a noodle, unable to crawl or even stand up.

"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you," Zhou Ming said, looking down at the warrior with a gentle smile and a calm tone.

"Look into my eyes and tell me, what's your name?"

The warrior's gaze quickly became dazed as the soul-manipulating Gu was activated again.

"My name is Yamada Minami," the warrior said in a daze.

"Yamada Minami, stand up and talk to me."

Upon hearing Zhou Ming's command, Yamada Minami immediately got up from the ground and stood straight in front of Zhou Ming, without any sign of weakness.

"Not bad," Zhou Ming said with satisfaction.

The weaker and less strong-willed the person's soul, the easier they were to control with the mind-controlling spell, and the less spiritual energy it required. Both Takeuchi Seita and Yamada Minami were like this.

"Let's go, take me to the Daishi Kamikaze-Ryu Dojo."

Daishi Kamikaze-Ryu was the archenemy of Takeuchi Danshui-Ryū and had caused him to lose two sons, leaving him with one dead and one disabled, which was a huge blow to his reputation.

Zhou Ming wanted to know how this Dojo differed from Takeuchi Danshui-Ryū's. At the same time, he was waiting for the reaction of Oda Hirakura, who controlled this land.

Zhou Ming's plan was simple. In this world and this era, there was no need for many scruples. He could accomplish everything through simple and brutal killings.

Why should an unknown person like Zhou Ming be chosen by a daimyo and participate in the world's number one samurai tournament?

Kill!

Zhou Ming's swordsmanship is mediocre; why is he able to stand out and outperform other warriors in the tournament?

Kill!

Nohara Momonosuke, wants to see slaughter, and the Damiyos are fighting for the world with slaughter.

Primitive, bloody, violent, and simple

"What a wonderful era it is."

Zhou Ming laughed heartily in his heart.

The residence of Oda Hirakura, the estate of Oda Hirakura

Oda Hirakura, who was in a bad mood, was furious because the sauce rice made by his servant was too salty.

The servant trembled and silently cursed the taste of the sauce rice, which was the same as usual, but dared not say a word, afraid of being demoted to a slave or even having his head cut off by the angry Oda Hirakura.

At this time, a samurai walked in from outside and ignored the situation on the scene, walking directly to Oda Hirakura and whispering a few words in his ear.

"What? Are you serious?" Oda Hirakura asked in surprise.

"My lord, it's absolutely true! Many passersby have witnessed it, and I have sent someone to inquire at the Takeuchi Danshui-Ryū Dojo!"

"That person... where is that samurai now?"

"He's on his way to the Daishi Kamikaze-Ryu! I'm afraid..." The samurai wiped the sweat off his face and hesitated.

"Quick! Prepare the carriage. I want to personally meet that samurai!" Oda Hirakura was impatient.

"My lord, please think twice! That samurai is so bloodthirsty, he must be a vicious person. If you approach him recklessly, you may..."

"Enough! Don't I have all of you?" Oda Hirakura impatiently interrupted, "With all of you here, do you think you can't protect me?"

"No, of course not." The samurai quickly bowed and said, "I'll go arrange it now!"

Due to the strong power of Oda Hirakura, the efficiency of his subordinates was extremely high. They assembled and set off within ten minutes, arriving at Daishi Kamikaze-Ryu in less than half an hour.

Although Oda Hirakura urged them several times along the way, his subordinates almost used their fastest speed. However, when they arrived at the Daishi Kamikaze-Ryu, everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

The door of the dojo was wide open, and a strong smell of blood rushed out, with blood flowing over the threshold and down the steps, forming a puddle on the street.

Even though there was no corpse visible from the door, everyone could imagine the tragic scene inside the dojo and the fierce battle that had just erupted.

No, it was not a battle, it was simply a one-sided massacre!

A clear blood footprint spread out from the dojo, running all the way westward along the street and gradually becoming faint.

There were no random bloodstains around the footprints, indicating that the owner of those footprints had not been seriously injured.

In such a brutal fight, one side did not even shed blood. What else could it be but a one-sided massacre!

Among the stunned crowd, it was the samurai by Oda Hirakura's side who reacted first and shouted out orders.

"Quick, send two people inside to see what's going on and if there are any survivors!"

"You guys, go ask people around here if they saw what happened just now, and where the person who walked out of here went!"

His subordinates immediately followed his orders and scattered to inquire.

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[1]-Fuzamato Maru Chouetsu, a sword which was used by many famous Japanese samurai.